"This time, you won't escape!"
Xue Jing, with skin as smooth as jade and a handsome face like a heavenly god, turned into a streak of blood-red light and charged directly at the One-armed Saber Sovereign after Zhang Fan gave the order.
At the same time, an endless stream of blood qi power surged out from his body, dyeing the sky a bloody red.
"Peak Golden Core realm?"
The One-armed Saber Sovereign felt Xue Jing's formidable aura, which was no less than his own. His face became extremely solemn. In just half a year, this powerhouse of the Undying Blood Ancestor had broken through the late stage of the Golden Core realm, reaching a level comparable to his own.
It had only been two and a half years since Xue Jing was merely a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm.
"Could they have obtained some fortuitous encounter, allowing them to achieve such a significant increase in strength in such a short time?" The One-armed Saber Sovereign began to have wild thoughts.
While his mind was in chaos, Xue Jing had already arrived before him. A massive blood axe carved a bloody streak through the air, cleaving directly at him.
The Saber Sovereign, wielding the Snow Spirit Saber, felt no fear. He unleashed a radiant saber light that clashed fiercely with the bloody streak.
The true meaning of the Saber Dao he comprehended was known for its ferocity, so he naturally did not fear a head-on confrontation.
"Hahaha!"
In this direct confrontation, Xue Jing finally no longer felt suppressed. He was overjoyed and unleashed his axe techniques without reservation. His moves were grand and unrestrained, and with every collision, the Saber Sovereign's arm went numb.
"Hmph!"
The Saber Sovereign was, after all, a figure at the peak of the Golden Core realm. After only a few exchanges, he knew that in terms of pure strength, he was no match for this Undying Blood Race powerhouse. Therefore, he had to abandon the head-on approach.
The Saber Sovereign cultivated the path of the saber, while Xue Jing cultivated the path of the sea of blood. In terms of the subtlety of techniques, Xue Jing was indeed inferior to the Saber Sovereign.
However, his cultivation of the path of the sea of blood granted him immense power and extraordinary vitality. His reckless fighting style still made the Saber Sovereign feel constrained and unable to fully display his abilities, making him incredibly frustrated. 138 Reading Network
The Undying Blood Race was known for its immortality, possessing extremely tenacious vitality. If he struck Xue Jing with his saber, Xue Jing would at most sustain a minor injury.
But if he were to be struck by Xue Jing's axe, he would likely be heavily injured and his combat power would rapidly decline.
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Lin Yun glanced at the remaining four Golden Core realm cultivators and knew who his opponent would be.
Lin Yun, with his aged and slightly hunched body, strode through the void and approached a young man in fine clothes holding a long sword.
Utilizing the path of shadows, Lin Yun moved like a phantom. By the time he appeared, he was already in front of Bai Zhen.
"Screech!"
An incredibly sharp claw, creating a sonic boom in the air, struck directly at Bai Zhen's face.
"A mere third-grade Golden Core dares to challenge me? You truly have a death wish."
Seeing an old man on the verge of entering his coffin dare to challenge him to a duel, Bai Zhen couldn't help but sneer.
"Clang!"
His long sword was unsheathed. Bai Zhen, holding his three-foot green peak, exuded an incredibly sharp aura.
Just as the claw, tearing through the air, was about to land on Bai Zhen, his long sword flashed like a phantom. He pointed it at the center of the claw. With a gentle push, Bai Zhen sent Lin Yun flying backward.
"Die!"
Immediately after, Bai Qi raised his sword with both hands and swung it furiously at the retreating Lin Yun. The sword edge, several dozen feet long, shimmered with a green light as it rapidly descended.
Lin Yun's body flickered, and he used the path of shadows to break free from Bai Zhen's lock. The sharp sword edge precisely grazed Lin Yun's side, missing its target perfectly.
"Heh heh, although my strength is a bit lacking, my survival skills are still decent. With your strength, killing me is probably still a bit difficult," Lin Yun chuckled sinisterly, enraging Bai Zhen.
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Lin Haotian, the Unblemished Sword Immortal, the three Blood Race princes, and the Blood Demon Flood Dragon, five individuals and one beast, faced the remaining three third-grade Golden Core cultivators.
After half a year of cultivation, with the aid of numerous spiritual pills, everyone's strength had improved considerably. Lin Haotian, in particular, was surprisingly impressive to Zhang Fan.
In just half a year, the Unblemished Sword Immortal had comprehended two true meanings of the sword and had now engraved four Golden Core Dao patterns, meeting Zhang Fan's minimum requirement for breaking through to the Golden Core realm.
Although he had not yet condensed a Golden Core, on the path of true meanings, he had progressed further than those three third-grade Golden Core cultivators.
While their combat power was somewhat lacking, with the cooperation of the group, they could still put up a fight.
Lin Haotian and the Blood Demon Flood Dragon, one person and one beast, both possessed incredibly strong physiques. It was difficult for those third-grade Golden Core cultivators to break through their defenses.
Therefore, although Lin Haotian and the Blood Demon Flood Dragon's offensive power was lacking, their defense was truly off the charts. Relying on their physical advantage, the Blood Demon Flood Dragon could easily engage one of the third-grade Golden Core cultivators in combat.
As for the three Blood Race princes, although there were three of them and they had formed a combined attack formation, their strength was indeed too lacking. Under the leadership of Prince Hill, they could barely contribute.
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Zhang Fan stood leisurely to the side, watching, seemingly with no intention of intervening.
"The strength of that Undying Blood Ancestor powerhouse is no weaker than the Saber Sovereign's. It seems the Saber Sovereign's caution was indeed correct. Even with the Zhang Saint Master not yet intervening, his subordinates are barely holding the Saber Sovereign and his group back."
Li Yangzi stood in the void, observing the battle on the island in the lake under the protection of the Mind Restraint Token.
"It is indeed a bit strange. According to the Saber Sovereign, the strength of this Undying Blood Race cultivator was only at the late stage of the Golden Core realm half a year ago, but now he has reached the peak of the Condensing Core realm."
"Furthermore, he has engraved six Golden Core Dao patterns and cultivated a second-grade high-quality Golden Core. I didn't expect this place of fortune to hide such a terrifying expert."
The Master of the Xinmen sect's eyes were filled with solemnity. Having condensed six Golden Core Dao patterns and reached the peak, there was almost no one in the Golden Core realm who could kill Xue Jing.
Just like the Saber Sovereign, even when facing a weaker Nascent Soul stage cultivator, he had the confidence to escape.
If the Saber Sovereign was like this, let alone the Blood Race, who had stronger vitality and survival capabilities.
"When should we make our move?" Li Yangzi asked. Although the Saber Sovereign and his group could hold on at the moment, if the Zhang Saint Master, who hadn't even made a move yet, was already facing this situation, their side would immediately suffer casualties if he intervened.
"There's no hurry. The Zhang Saint Master's inaction clearly indicates he suspects our presence and is waiting for us to make a move. If we act now, it would be exactly what he wants," the Master of the Xinmen sect said. "When the time is right, we will both attack. I will use my divine sense to assault his consciousness, and you will use the Li Yang Spiritual Fire Furnace to suppress him. His physical body is powerful, but he has not yet condensed a Golden Core, and his consciousness is far inferior to mine. As long as he falters for a moment, we will have the opportunity to suppress him!" the Master of the Xinmen sect stated.
Li Yangzi gave the Master of the Xinmen sect a deep look and nodded slightly. He understood that the "right time" the Master of the Xinmen sect spoke of was when Zhang Fan believed he had victory in his grasp.
And to reach that point, the price to pay would be the lives of three third-grade Golden Core cultivators!
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ps: Today's third update. One more to go, and it depends on whether I can make it up tomorrow.